In the morning, the morning glow shone through the pale yellow flower-sprinkled curtains on the whole room, the alarm of the mobile phone rang, and An Ming wrapped in the quilt and curled up, frowning.

Barely opening his sore sleepy eyes, An Ming scraped his slightly swollen eyes for a minute, and the swelling decreased a lot. Get up and wash up, change into a neat suit, and hurry out the door.

As soon as he went out, he saw Jiang Yi leaning against the wall with a decadent face, and there was a big fat salute box in front of him.

An Ming closed the door, Jiang Yi snuffed out his cigarette butt, and looked at his favorite person in a bit of a panic: "An Ming, I'm sorry, I drank too much last night and abruptly surprised you." ”

An Ming's expression was faint: "I also drank last night, but I was very sober." What are you doing here?"

It is best to understand the words at one time, save entanglement, have illusions, and harm others and yourself.

Jiang Yi's eyes were full of suppressed and stubborn pain: "Is it necessary for An Ming to pour salt on other people's wounds?" I'm leaving, one is to say goodbye, the second is to be sorry, and the third is to cherish. ”

"With such a cold and ruthless temperament, I doubt how you can stay in a famous Western restaurant, it would be better to smile more. "Your smile is the most beautiful.

An Ming's heart was complicated, and his face was still indifferent: "Thank you, Jiang Yi, you are very good, but it's a pity that you found the wrong person, have a good trip!"

The last trace of hope in Jiang Yi's eyes was shattered in An Ming's cold words, more than a year of emotional dedication, only in exchange for a pity, why didn't he see that this woman was hard-hearted before?

A true heart is fed to the dog.

Looking at the back of Jiang Yi walking down the stairs with his suitcase, An Ming was stunned for a while before setting off slowly, Jiang Yi, you will meet the right person to get married and enter the palace of happiness.

If there is no hard evidence from the national senior pastry chef, with her taciturn and unspeakable nature, she has long been squeezed out by the cruel reality in the restaurant.

Out of the laneway, the field of vision gradually widened, and people came and went on the road on the side, holding a briefcase in one hand and breakfast in the other, in a hurry, a true portrayal of office workers.

In the flow of people, An Ming drank a cup of soy milk, ate a bun, and walked to the bus stop.

Squeezed into the army and remembered that she was resting in shifts today, but she had already gotten on the bus, what else could she do?

The smell of the morning bus is mixed, the crowd is so dense that there is hardly any space to be found, except when arriving at the station.

An Ming walked back along the site, the familiar environment, the stone pavement that was so hard that it was difficult to step on the footprints, and the bustling street market.

The crowd is evacuated, the road is vast, where to go?

On the No. 2 bus leading to the outskirts of Z City, An Ming looked out of the window blankly, and there were bursts of frogs and insects in the rice fields with tassels. The big trees on both sides of the road provide shade, which is cool and comfortable.

The sun is high, and after an hour's journey, a village with small buildings with white walls and gray tiles in the countryside comes into view.

Under the stop sign, An Ming carried a large cloth bag and crossed the road about four meters to the opposite side, where snack bars, clothing stores, small supermarkets, and hardware stores abound.

It looks like everyone is familiar with it, but no one recognizes the level of speech. Fellow villagers, they don't talk when they meet, and as a junior, An Ming is very unpopular.

When I was a child, Anjiadai was an ordinary Jiangnan tile house, and in the past ten years, the times have developed rapidly, and everyone's life has been getting better and better. The tile house becomes a building, one family looks at the other, and in the mentality of comparing and working hard, Anjiadai has a new look and is running towards a well-off life in an all-round way.

An Ming lives in front of a small two-and-a-half-story building, and the plantain and green bamboo stick out of the wall, dense and dense.